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I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat - Arthur Broussard Imagine (SKAM France)

Title: I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat

Pairing: Arthur Broussard X Reader

Based On: Everywhere, Everything

Word Count: 1,047 words

Warning(s): mentions of being overwhelmed

Summary: (Y/n) and Arthur were almost attached at the hip. What they saw as friendship was seen very differently by everyone around them. It took years for them to even consider that there may be more between them.

Author's Note: It has been so long since I've written for this character. I've been saying that a lot lately, haven't I?

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I had mixed feelings about lying in silence with my thoughts.

There were times when it would be great. A time to sort through any confusion or anger. I could find my way through all sorts of problems that way.

Other times were hell. When problem-solving became fixating and I found myself dwelling on mistakes I had made. I didn't have any power over whatever stress I had.

I heard my phone buzzing. It was a collection of texts. I didn't want to answer it. As much as I despised the silence at that moment, the idea of having to explain myself made me sick to my stomach.

My phone stopped for a little while. And then, I heard someone knocking on my door. I groaned a bit, running my hands over my face.

My phone buzzed a few moments later.

It didn't take much for me to realize the sounds were connected. I reached over and checked the message.

Arthur: I'm at your door. Let me in.

I unlocked my phone and looked over the texts that he had sent me.

It was a mix of questions about if I was okay and messages about how he was going to stop by. I knew why he was worried. I had ignored him through the end of the day. It was wrong, I knew that. I had just been so stuck in my thoughts that it didn't really click until I got home.

Another message came through and I finally relented, sighing and pushing myself off my bed.

I paused right by the door, handing resting on the doorknob for a moment before pulling the door open. Arthur paused whatever message he was frantically typing when he heard the door open.

"There you are," he said, stepping forward and hugging me.

I expected a thousand questions surrounding what had happened and why I ignored him. I was already preparing answers in my mind, hoping to avoid the additional stress in the long run.

But as I hugged him back, there was only one question, "Are you okay?"

I stepped back slowly, nodding to him.

He closed my front door as I walked over to my couch and sat down. He sat down next to me, frowning a bit at my silence.

"Do you want to talk about it," he asked. I shook my head. "Okay."

"Sorry," I muttered. I ran my hands over my face again. "It's just... it's been a long week. I needed time to myself. I thought I did... it didn't help much."

I always did that. Withdrew when I got overwhelmed. Part of why Arthur was my best friend was because he seemed to fight it. He got too worried to leave me on my own unless I asked. Even then he would send me messages to check in every couple of hours.

I remember my friends digging into that pattern. They would constantly say that there was so much more there than there was. Arthur was my friend. My best friend. And that was all there was to it.

And that was all I would tell them.

"Is there anything you need," Arthur asked. I shook my head. "Are you sure? I could make you something. Or just get some water-"

"Arthur," I touched his arm. "I'm alright."

He slowly nodded and relaxed a bit more.

I grinned a bit.

I wouldn't really mind having more with him. I had thought about it more than I would care to admit. It wouldn't be all that different. Just more affectionate. My skin would sometimes feel like it was begging for someone to just hold me. Having that be Arthur, someone that I knew and cared about, would be the best-case scenario.

Without much thought, I shifted so my head was resting on Arthur's shoulder. He reached out and touched my knee. Silent support when I needed it.

I'm not sure how long we sat there. I just knew the longer we did, the more certain I was that I didn't mind going through such rough moments if Arthur was waiting on the other side of them. I looked at the hand on my leg. I wanted to reach out and intertwine our fingers. I was just too scared to do it.

So, I forced myself to keep my hands in my lap. I picked at the skin around my nails instead of holding his hand like I wanted to.

"Thank you," I mumbled. "For showing up. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did," he replied. I moved my head, so my chin was resting on his shoulder.

"Why?"

He hummed.

"Why did you have to?"

"Because I care about you," he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I want to know that you're okay. Take care of you."

I grinned to myself.

I moved back a bit. I shifted enough that I could be face-to-face with him. He grinned at me softly. I took a moment to let my eyes bounce around his face; from eyes to cheekbones to nose to forehead to lips.

I took a deep breath before leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.

It was short and sweet and awkward. I started pulling back almost as soon as Arthur started kissing me back. He blinked at me slowly, seemingly stunned by what I had done. I bit back a chuckle at his expression.

"Woah," he muttered.

I couldn't hold back the chuckle at that one.

"Would it sound stupid to say that I've been waiting for years to do that," he asked.

I shook my head. "No... because I have been too."

He smiled at me before leaning over and kissing me again. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I kissed him back. It was like the air around us settled. I hadn't even noticed any tension or awkwardness, but I suddenly felt more relaxed. Like pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together to show the bigger picture.

I knew right then that I could spend forever like that. In that state of happiness. Of loving and being loved.

And I allowed myself to believe that Arthur thought that too.

Silence didn't need to be spent alone anymore.

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